The film makes for a terrible life lesson, but excellent entertainment none the less.

In the early days of the Fast and Furious franchise, everyone thought it would be dead by the third film. But lo and behold, at the sixth installment mark, F&F is alive and kicking and not just that, it is speeding at you in a shiny BMW M5, so fast you don’t even have time to think about it. What plot? What continuity? It doesn’t even matter, as long as the explosions keep on exploding, the zingers keep on zinging and Dwayne Johnson continues to look simultaneously intense, threatening and likable.

Seriously, how does that man do it? He’s obviously a force to be reckoned with and, even after the hernia operation, it’s not hard to believe that the man could snap you like a twig. But as he struts around in his dangerously stretched out T-shirt, you can’t help, but think that he’s probably a nice guy.

Even with the Wrestlemania Championship, Johnson still looks like a nice guy.

Add to that mix Vin Diesel’s excellent, usually half whispered line delivery, the snappy comic relief from sidekicks Roman (Tyrese Gibson), Tej (Chris “Ludacris” Bridges) and Han (Sung Kang) and a whole parade of biceps and you have yourself the formula that secured Fast and Furious its longevity. Oh, and women. A whole lot of beautiful, uber confident women. Hey, no one ever said that this was high entertainment, but it certainly makes for a solid popcorn movie.